Do you sometimes feel like you want to stand out from the crowd?

Symbolism of life’s journey.

For anyone who has ever been told that their passion for the arts is a waste of time.

A poem about identity and the journey of finding oneself..

When you look at these two institutions, you can’t help but notice that they are not that different. Material things are the most noticeable: guards, gates, policemen, cafeteria, bells, yards, rooms of confinement, terrible food. And then when you look closer, into the abstract and intangible, you notice even more similarities.

What I wish and have wished for many years for my students and my family. No more and no less. All the virtues, forget the money and the power, the mad scramble up the pyramid of status and of wealth. None of it is worth the loss or your humanity.